The tiger died. The Twin One went nowhere, recognizing the termination of the ancient treaty. Others were left to their own devices. And somehow, at first implicitly, and then more and more noticeably, more and more often catching the eye of the watchmen, strange, inexplicable things begin to happen. Even experienced wizards and sorcerers are at a loss when faced with them. The Voronezh Dark Ones march in formation under the butcher's knife. In Krasnoyarsk, someone is creating chaotic miracles, not giving a damn about the status quo. They share the dark secrets of beskudo. In distant Brazil, dolphins come ashore. It’s better not to even try to imagine what’s going on with space and time. And all these stories intertwine, add up, flow from one another, leading to a common ending. To a finale in which the Twilight itself will change.